Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Morning Dialogue - Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

My body was shaken with tremorsAnd I can feel the sheets undulating.In this vast sea of writhing dreams, I am submerged in the subterfugeOf the undoing.And you ask me how I was, And I told you thatI have been passed on throughUnconscious states -I was drunk with somnolence still, And you are the dew that dropsOnto the mouths of seductive grasses.I was dazed with the promise of the evening, And now, skulking within the premisesOf the sober morning.Nothing has been said, And we have been meddling too long withSilence, distance and enmities.You epitomized the faces I have forgottenIn a dream.You have lunged from trees as high as my flaws, And pounced to a lull garden of rampaging crimson.The birds guffaw in unison, I can feel the currents rise upon the neck of land -Her neck, of course, Pressing lightly, my currentsDirected by the ambivalent zephyrThese morning dialogues never do muchBut only cause a downpour to my faceProtruding down south.You uttered good byeAnd I was too reticent -I slept with the voicePlaying in myriads